His voice. Still smooth. Still controlled. But lower now. Gritted.
Lexi's jaw tensed. "You sound surprised."
Julian stepped beside her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored coat. He looked out at the skyline, not at her. "You shouldn’t have had to."
Lexi laughed softly, bitterly. "You made sure I did."
He finally turned to face her. "Is that what you think? That I wanted you to suffer?"
"You didn’t just want it. You made it your mission. You tore down everything I built. My name, my business, my relationships... You tried to bury me, Julian."
Julian stepped forward, close enough that she could smell his cologne, the one scent that still knew how to undo her. "I was angry. You killed our child."
Lexi's voice cracked. "You don’t know what I went through. What I was told.
